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Darren Tyler
Lost
I
was lost. I had been in this forest many times before, but today I cannot find
a way out. It has swallowed me whole, like a beast devouring its prey. I want
to scream but I know the forest will not hear my cry. I scream anyway just to
let the emotion consume my anger at this price I must pay for doing business.
The
forest has quieted. The sounds and ambience of the forest have retracted into
the womb of Mother Nature. The silence,
the silence. For it is this that my mind cannot control or comprehend, but yet
I know this silence. It forebodes my whole sense yet I let it with no
subjective thought to why. The darkness
is setting in. the light is receding from my view. To a place that is
unreachable. I want to reach out and touch, to feel, to make it real. The
forest has started to wake from its slumber now the blanket of darkness is
smothering the green with the colour of my life. I laugh to myself, I do not
know if it is a chuckle of defeat or a laugh to remind myself that the battle
is ahead. I have felt this irrational fear before, o so many. It has
incapacitated my being. I know if I buckle from the weight the stone will be
cast.
The
smell of the pines engulfs my senses. I am distracted for a moment in time that
slows to a pace that is comfortable. For it is the smell of life that suddenly
I see a small light in the horizon, it is a chink in the armoury of this veil.
I gaze at this light and my hope is renewed like the first flower of spring.
The awakening of a better life.
I
am awake, I think. I am no longer in the forest. I find myself in a room that
is so white the brightness blinds me for a second. A big steel door is the only
object that takes my eye, I am alone again. I hear a sound in the distance, the
repetitive tap of a train nearing its destination. I feel a wave of euphoria start to rise from
my legs and it encapsulates my whole body, I like this feeling, it makes me
feel. The door is unlocked and I see a
face I do not recognise but seems familiar. She is dressed in white and for a
moment she warps into the wall as if one organism. She is pushing a steel
trolley but my eye catches the kaleidoscope of tablets protruding from the top
of the trolley. I am captivated and fixated. I laugh to myself and then I
remember where I will go to today.
Ace as always
ReplyDeleteI have only read this one tale from the writer, but the level of quality suggests to me that he has indeed written other fab tales :-)
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